A/N: Hope you enjoy. Inspired by 'Delilah' from Tom Jones.
She was going to surprise him that day. Tell him the good news, they were having a child. She supposes she should have noticed before, but with her studies. She supposes they'll have to get married soon, it will get harder to hide, in a few weeks she'll reach the fifth month if her calculations are right.
She'd arrived at his apartment, while he was at the library, or so she had thought, she started doubting it the moment she entered his kitchen...
Blood, so much blood, in the sink, in the clothes that lay all over the floor, on the table, on the floor. On the knife.
Oh God, what had he done!
She tried to keep calm, tell herself it could me a lot of things. But it couldn't, it was him.
He the one who had listen to James' theories about the murders, he who had held her while she sobbed for the lives that had been lost far to soon.
Walking into his bedroom, she felt her knees go weak and had to steady herself by holding onto the doorframe.
Because atop his bed laid a woman, naked, blue eyes and blond hair, blood covered her entire body. But it wasn't the blood, or the torn body that made Helen want to throw up, it was the complete look of terror in that poor woman's eyes.
The air changes, he's arrived.
She thinks he'll try an excuse, one they both no she won't believe.
She doesn't see the fist flying in her direction until it's to late. She falls to the floor, he grabs her by her neck, and pins her to the wall, she can't look him in the eyes.
"Look at me you filthy whore." John yelled before he grabbed her chin and yanked it until she looked at him, lip trembling, tears making her vision blurry.
She tried to plead, "Please let me go John." he laughs before she feels the blow to her abdomen.
She whimpered. Not her child, anything but her child.
"John." She gasped, but he didn't hear.
He lets go of her, and for a moment she thought he'd let her leave, but the next thing she knew he was kicking her with everything he had.
She wanted to throw up, the smell and the taste of blood to much for her.
Finally she managed to gasp out. "Please John, I'm with child."
The kicks stop, he leans down, touches her face, brushes her golden her from her blue eyes.
"And who does the bastard belong to, is it James', I've seen the way you are with him, or perhaps Nigel's, were you trying for a little invisible man?" he sneers at her, "You are mine, if I cannot have you, then no one will."
That's when she sees the knife, "My, my, my, Helen, why did you have to make things so difficult. how I wish it didn't have to end this way, but you keep smiling for them, laughing with them, it could have been different my Helen. This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Forgive me my dear Helen but I just can't take it anymore."
One last attempt, "John."
And then the knife touches her skin. It's over before she can even gasp.
Days later when James, Nigel and a detective from Scotland Yard manage to get into the apartment, they find her, Miss Magnus, laid on the floor, bare like the day she arrived in this world, blood all over and around her, and what would have been Ashley Druitt next to her.
They're buried next to her mother, Patricia Magnus.
James, Nigel, and Nikola stand besides Dr. Gregory Magnus has the caskets are lowered. They watch as the Great Dr. Magnus loses himself and follows his family into the grave a few short years later.
Maybe in another reality, she was able to run away before it was to late, maybe Ashley Magnus had the chance to see the light of the day, maybe the Great Dr. Magnus is a woman, with blue eyes and long chestnut locks, maybe Gregory found a world where abnormals could leave freely and not worry about humans hunting them.
Yes, maybe in another reality, but not this one.